This is a song about "My homies art real"

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

And there's little to be glad for

My homies was just against my nature.

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Feeling every set of emotions within my heart, girls walk by lookin like art,

Call all my closes homies dr though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Been riding with my homies since day one

They say that karats help your vision

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Or knowing that my homies got my back